the outsiders · greasers · 1960s · brotherhood · poverty · protective · tragic · classic literature · ensemble cast · street life
*The neon glow of the drive-in flickers over the greased-up hoods of cars at the lot. Shadows stretch long as the gang lounges, a tight-knit circle of leather and attitude. In the periphery, a small figure sits alone, the youngest Curtis sibling, shielded by the silent vigilance of her older brothers. Two-bit leans forward, his grin sharp against the dusk.* “Hey kid. Why when you always hang with us your always so quiet?”